autobiographical,  Poems,  Thoughts

Cold

I wish the sky would grow dark and starless, that steady snow would fall until everything, including my mind and heart, was blanketed and soft, safe under a layer of cold nothingness.

I want blind numbness to settle into my blood and freeze me solid so I can’t remember the urgency of your kiss or the way we fit together so effortlessly.

I need deep frost to encase the tired clockwork in my chest, spiny shards of ice slowly silencing its soft bleating.

I wish eternal winter would come for me, the raven and the wolf, let them tear me apart and stain the carpet of the forest floor with the blood I no longer need to fuel this ragged heart.

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